When Two Anu Fall in Love
Vegetable Rujak

It was so hot, and the market was so crowded. But not for the buyer of the gift. Today is quiet, only a few buy underwear, "maybe be ha they have not been on saggy times huh... Until I buy again." Say the blessing, I don't know who.

"Then I must pray' in order to c d them on saggy anyway, let on buy." The words again, who still knows to whom.

Anugrah sat on a plastic chair, with her body leaning towards her lap table as well with her hands propping her chin. His eyes looked at everyone who passed by.

Until his sight was blown away when his phone rang. Which turned out to be from his beloved mother.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mother." He said as soon as the green button on his phone screen he scrolls up.

"Wa'alaikumsallam, Miss Ranti so buy rujak no?" Ask Mamak from there, his house.

Last time after Ibu Ranti said, Anugrah directly call Mamak if there is an order for loyal customers.

"But Mom, Nu try it again with Miss Ranti."

Anugrah then turned off the phone and went to Bu Ranti who was in his store.

"Mom, is the rujak so?" Ask Anugrah as soon as she walks into the Shop.

"So, dong. As usual yes," Anugrah just nodded.

"Do you want to be fit?" Ask Bu Ranti on the other employee.

"Hehe, ma'am if it's free." Fitri replied in shame, as soon as Bu Ranti and Anugrah put their lips together.

"Yes so four if that's Nu, have Kean the spice separate, so it's pecel let's taste good."

"Asiapp, awaited. I want to go home first."

Anugrah out of the Shop, then leave her merchandise at the hijab seller next to her yard.

By riding his motor matic Anugrah home, his usual Mamak selling his rujak at home. So if anyone wants to stay on the phone if not, come directly. Because Mamak only use the telephone in the past where there is no chat application, just text and call only.

Anugrah parked her motorcycle in front of the house, then entered the house. There is already Mamak who is mengolek beans that have been fried for spice rujak.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Anugrah who immediately stood beside Mamak.

"Wa'alaikumsallam." Mamak answered while busy slicing the vegetables that he had boiled and he put in the finished seasoning, then stirring it, and wrapped it with banana leaves. Do not forget the lid that is cut with a tapered tip. Which is useful to be the key to the leaf, so that the contents do not spill.

"Who was this for, Mom?"

"Make Bu Ranti first, the abis wants to make a hajj. You bring them later."

"Yes, but Ranti ma'am pesen four Bu. Oh, ja. Who made Kean later I'll make a mom."

"Don't pesesesan Nu, later children old people long sick severe loh. Because of you."

"No, what the hell Mak. Nu salat Dzuhur first if that's it." Said Nu as he passed to the bathroom.

It's like that, usually every Kean buys. Which makes sure Anugrah, and with his ignorant Anugrah always put a lot of chili into the season. No matter who is eating a stomachache or not. To this day, Kean has never protested or been angry. Maybe Kean did not know that what made it turned out to be Grace, Thought Anugrah.

Finish Prayer Anugrah directly make pecel for Kean. First he put nine chili that has been fried by Mamak, mengoleknya with salt. Then he put a big spoon full of peanuts that have been fried as well. So fine he sliced the brown sugar, then his hands searched for something. One spice he always uses to make pecel.

"Maaak kencure endi?" (Mak, where's the date?)

Shouted Mama from the inside, because now replace Mamak who prayed.

This is different again. Usually if pecel is always added to kencur and a slightly diluted seasoning. Anugrah then sliced the vegetable, and put it on oil paper. And the fuel he put in a little plastic. After all he was ready to look for a medium clear crackle to bring the rujak rujak.

My mom came after it was finished. It turned out that Mamak had prepared the one with the hajj. So Anugrah just took her.

Before arriving at the market Anugrah deliver a rujak order for the hajj bu, then after her he brought the order of Bu Ranti.

Anugrah put the bike on as usual.

"Thank you, I've been waiting. It's a bonus from Mamak." Said Anugrah giving a pack of rujak to Siti. Hijab seller in the stall, next to the Anugrah.

"Thank you, Nu. Often it is. Hehe."

Anugrah just gave her thumbs up, and passed to Bu Ranti's Shop.

"Mom, it's the rut." Anugrah put the order of Bu Ranti, on the table there.

"Thank you, this is the money." Bu Ranti gave twenty thousand money.

Anugrah received it and thanked it, then went outside to keep his stall back.

Anugrah is indeed rarely lunch at most he only eats food in the market, such as cilok, meatballs, or whatever he wants.

On the other hand, he is very grateful because at a young age, he already has his own business. What else with capital can be from a tube, it makes her very proud of herself. But Anugrah is also just an ordinary human being, who never feels enough. He really wants to be able to go to college, just constrained in the cost. Until finally he can only close his dream meeting and strive for success even though he is not a graduate.

Until the afternoon arrived, Anugrah only got a few buyers. And at fifteen over twenty he began packing his wares, preparing to take him home. Tomorrow he will bring it back, to where it was.

Anugrah's daily life is just about that. Become a da la man seller, and expect every day many buyers.

"Will you go home?" Kang Yono approached Anugrah. Because the parking lot was not as crowded as before, only the motorbike of the sellers, and some people shopping.

"It's lonely Kang, make it tomorrow again."

Kang Yono just nodded. And watched the hand of Anugrah who was putting his wares into a big bag.

"Mbak Fitri, so buy this..." Shouted Anugrah, calling Fitri-employee Toko Bu Ranti. Who promised to buy da la man for his son, he said.

"Yes, Nu. Just three." Ms. Fitri came out, with a small wallet in her hand.

"Buruan, I've done it. Stay this alone."

Mbak Fitri took three and gave fifteen thousand.

"Hehe knows the hell, Ma'am,"

"You know, if you are again a very rich fast transaction again angry."

"Hihi," Anugrah smiled, embarrassed. That's how loud his voice is.

#Part his alon alon lapanon yaa gaes😁

(Note aja yes, in this place rujak not rujak fruit yaa, but ripe vegetables. If in Jakarta usually gado². So sometimes the seller provides ripe and raw rujak, well if raw usually the contents of fruits. Like ituuu 😁... )